An ignominious monarch of secrets
Within inglorious whispery illusions
Prying inside cocoons’ living essence
Where the grotto of shadow’s songstress sings
Weaving lambency in the bleakest hours of ebon
Waltzing with an entourage of gloaming intention

The scintilla of the unknown conscience lives
Surrounding the harrowing effulgence of subterfuge
Taunting with the weights of the twilit world
An emotional playground pooling sorrow’s well
Into the misting presence of disrelishing absurdity